Erotic Brew

In some enchanted

time and place,

moonlight shining

on our face,

off the path we

start to race,

into the deep,

dark forest.

Soon we reach the

rendezvous,

where wooden kegs

greet me and you.

They brim with

some erotic brew.

It’s time for us

to party!

Way out there

beneath the stars,

far from the bustling

noise of cars,

like magic appear

two Mason jars,

so we tap those

old kegs open.

Guzzling one, then

two, then three,

I look at you,

you look at me.

Our clothes fly off,

we’re feeling free,

only half aware

what’s coming.

Dancing gaily

among the trees,

we tip our jars as

oft we please,

‘til both fall down

upon our knees,

and almost die

from laughing.

Spread out breathless

on the ground,

so drenched in sweat,

we fool around,

‘til lips meet lips,

and then we drown,

one so deeply in

the other.

We make love all

through the night,

‘til the gentle touch

of morning light,

finds us motionless,

oh what a sight,

exhausted lovers

sleeping.

~ g tristan tarot